victim of nostalgia

I miss dinner talks and walks around the block with mom, and
Watching slasher films, how I would kill to feel that thrill again?
Spending all my time on finish lines and don’t know why
Maybe I should call my dad (hello)

I wished that time passed like seasons in LA
When grass in the front yard was waiting for greener days

It’s the panic of growing up
It’s the fear of fallin’ down
And if life ain’t what you want
It don’t come back around

It’s the panic of growing up
It’s the fear of missing out
Will it ever be enough
If I’m a victim of nostalgia?

Will I always be the words I wrote when I was 17?
Will the world still be around when I turn 63?
‘Cause getting older’s getting old
And I wish someone would’ve told me, me

I wished that time passed like seasons in LA
When grass in the front yard was waiting for greener days

It’s the panic of growing up
It’s the fear of fallin’ down
And if life ain’t what you want
It don’t come back around

It’s the panic of growing up (I don’t wanna)
It’s the fear of missing out (Feel so bored of)
Will it ever be enough (What I have right now)
If I’m a victim of nostalgia?

I don’t wanna feel so bored of
What I have right now